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The horse got burned. The horse suffered. The horse died.

It was an episode on Longmire and it made me cry and feel like crap. I cannot handle it when an animal feels bad, let alone gets hurt. I can’t even deal with an animal feeling sad. Even when I know the animal is rescued at the end of the video – only because it was posted that way and they said so – that the little creature was scared actually keeps me up at night.

I don’t want to know these things, even if it all turns out well. I. Don’t. Want. To. Know.

I only want to live in a world where everyone and everything is vegan, even me. I’ll never be a vegan, but I want to live in a world where I am. Where animals graze on grass and lions don’t kill zebra babies to feed their babies. Sometimes nature sucks and don’t tell me it’s beautiful. It’s not. Killer whales tearing apart a seal to keep from dying isn’t a world I want to live on but here I am.

I want to live in a world where a woman of my age still has value. I don’t, but I want that world. I want the world where someone of 80 has more value than me and I’m good with that.

I want to live in a world where I can write and type because my hands haven’t gone numb and made it almost impossible to post anything without hours of pain and frustration.

I don’t have all the answers but I have enough to know that there is a lot more right and beautiful about people and this planet than most will have you believe, so I like where I’m at and I admire my intelligence with the knowledge that I don’t fit in, never will, and my crushing loneliness is just the way it is.

And I’m good with that. Better that than chronic neck pain from nodding in agreement with people who don’t know their asses from a hole in the wall and have no idea there is a world outside their sense of self-importance and value.

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Yep-I know. but you know what? I’m a horse person. I may have seen some things you missed-like the mare wanting to fight to live, Longmire giving her that chance, the vet encouraging her as much as possible, then Longmire recognizing that she needed permission to go. Horses are like that-they’re like people. They’ll fight until long after they should give up. They’ll carry our burdens for us. They’ll forgive us-even when they shouldn’t. And sometimes you have to tell them good-bye even when you-and they-don’t want to go. Go find a horse, Susan. You don’t have to ride. Hell, doesn’t even need to be big enough to ride-can be a mini. Or a donkey, Or a mule. But of all the people I know-you would benefit tremendously from 30 minutes of just sitting-not doing anything else-in the presence of a horse. It’s amazing.

You are right – it was cool the way he dealt with it. But shit – it was so horrible to watch. I never thought about having a horse (or mule) but I’m always drawn to them as sentient beings, as if they are so much wiser than me.

They are wise in their own way-some say they have the wisdom of the Herd which is unspoken but is timeless and passed down through time from one horse to another. You’d enjoy The Tao of Equus by Linda Kohannov. You don’t need to own a horse. Just find one to be with. Namaste.

Sorry, but – I disagree completely. Everything you said is wrong and against my beliefs. nature IS beautiful and wonderful, even the bad parts. Our bodies require us to kill SOMEthing to survive. Even YOU are murdering plants to live. Yes, you are. They’re living things and yes, they DO feel. It’s just how the world works. Now grow up.